Hi there everybody! I am so glad that you all loved the 1st chapter! I knew that you would! Thank you for all of the support! I really appreciate it! During this chapter Kenny tries to find shelter and realizes where he is; that's all I'll say about it.

Thank you all for the views as well! I've never seen numbers that high before! I'm so glad that you're interested in this story!

Also if I feel that natural sounds like wind, rain, or water should be included in a certain scene, then I'll just describe the weather and you can look up the description that way you all can have your own experience with this story.

Last but not least before the disclaimer: This story is taking place about a month after the incident at Jurassic World (late December). I know that the wiki lists the event as June 12th; but to my knowledge, none of the northern states have snow in the middle of June.

Disclaimer: I do not own Jurassic World, any of the actors that perform in it (if I did that would be human trafficking), any of the music that I include in the story for accompaniment and effect, I do however own this story, any OCs that I use, and the plot, other than that all credit goes to its/their respective owner(s).

That's really all there is to say so I'll allow you to get into the story now.

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"There is no such thing as accident; it is fate misnamed." Napoleon Bonaparte

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Chapter 2: Why here?!

[Location: Isla Nublar- Northern Coast

Date and time: January 28th, 2016; 4:30 pm]

"Nnrrrrrggghhh." Kenny groaned as he finally woke up. "I hate Mother Nature."

Kenny then crawled out from underneath his boat and stood up.

"Poor girl." Kenny said to his boat after clicking his tongue: The Aquatic Dragoness. "I've got to see if I can repair her."

Kenny then walked around the boat before seeing a 2ft wide by 1ft tall hole on the left rear side.

"Shit." Kenny sighed. "Sorry girl, but I'm afraid that you can't sail anymore."

Then Kenny remembered something.

"Ah crap! The thunderstorm!" Kenny realized as he looked along the shore.

Kenny knew that he had to find shelter soon, he looked at his watch and realized that since he had no idea if anyone was on this island or not, he would have to find or make some shelter.

"That storm looks about 5 hours away." Kenny told himself while looking at the horizon. "I'd better gather what I can and get moving."

Kenny then jumped up and grabbed onto the railing of the boat and pulled himself up. He then went under the roof and took the keys out of the engine. After that Kenny went below deck and almost fell down the stairs/ladder due to the boat being at an angle now. Once he regained his footing he carefully traversed the hallway and went into his cabin which fortunately didn't have any water in it and grabbed his backpack, he grabbed his journal which was still in it's case and opened it to write in it real quick.

"[January 28th, 2016- 4:35pm] Wow hitting the sand has to be the best sleep method in the world, I was knocked out for about 18 hours; that means that according to the time now, it's going to be getting dark soon. The Aquatic Dragoness is totaled now, that waterspout threw her about 50 ft onto the beach. She has a 2ft wide by 1ft tall hole on her left side towards the rear of her hull. Luckily there isn't much water inside of her so mostly everything is still salvageable. But before I go unloading everything I should find out if there is anyone on this island; no sense in wasting all that energy just to find out that there's a town on this island. But there's no guarantee that anyone's on this island, I have no idea how big it is so I'll have to take some camping stuff with me just in case I can't find any shelter before it gets dark. I've probably been writing for too long right now as another thunderstorm is heading this way. Gotta go! ~Kenny Serno

P.S. The NOAA weather reporters better be ready to go to court with me.

Kenny then closed the journal, returned it to his case, and put it into his backpack. As he was leaving his cabin he remembered his guitar case under his bed and carried it out with him. He knew that it wasn't essential but it was basically his form of entertainment. In spite of this Kenny wasn't an idiot when it came to emergencies, he made sure that he didn't forget his flares, first aid kit, and his other basic survival stuff.

"I don't know how, or if I can even carry that with me anywhere." Kenny said as he passed his filter and ice machine. "I doubt I'll be able to carry a machine that weighs at least 50 lbs for who knows how far."

After Kenny jumped off of his boat he decided to head into the woods after putting on some bug spray.

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Kenny had been walking for a few hours before he got hungry.

He was hungry for two things: 1: for an actual meal and not some small snack like granola bars or trail mix. And 2: for the gnats to stop bothering him (he had forgotten to get new bug spray since his last hike).

Kenny had been under attack by gnats for the past 15 minutes, sure that may not sound like a long time but they were really getting on his nerves.

"Ugh why can't these bugs leave me alone!" Kenny grumbled to himself. "How come they're the only signs of life that I've seen so far other than these plants as well and why do they look strangely familiar?"

As if on cue Kenny spotted something sticking out of a tree about 20 feet away from him.

"Is this a dart?" Kenny said as he pulled a long needle-like object with red feathers on the end from the tree, then he felt like he won the lottery. "Wait, that means that people hunt here!"

Kenny quickly took his backpack off and opened it to take out a granola bar, before seeing bullet casings on the ground. "What the? Why would you tranquilize animals just to shoot them afterwards?"

Kenny put his backpack back on while clicking his tongue in thought.

"I just don't understand." Kenny muttered. "You wouldn't shoot them with bullets if you were going to transport them, and you wouldn't tranq them if they were already dead."

"Wait, why haven't I seen any animals yet anyways?" Kenny wondered. "With how far I was away from Costa Rica people wouldn't just go this far out just to hunt deer or something."

Kenny looked around him while deep in thought.

Unfortunately right then Kenny felt a drop land on his head and then it started to drizzle.

"Seriously, again?" Kenny said with a slight hiss in his voice, before realizing something.

Kenny then stuck his finger in his mouth and held it up in the air.

"Great, just as I thought, I can judge distance but I forgot to account for any wind." Kenny told himself before feeling pouring rain on him. "And now the sky's bailing water out on me."

Kenny took off running to find a cave, a building, an outcropping, anything like that. He needed to get out of the pouring rain before he caught a cold, he could already see his breath. He saw a dirt path up ahead... almost like a road, which it turned out to be, and he ran towards it.

What he found was a really wet and slick area of mud and that's where he slipped and started to slide off of the road that he was currently on, dropping his guitar case in the process.

Kenny tried to stop himself and was completely unsuccessful as he was only able to grab mud and loose dirt. It became evident to Kenny that all he would be able to do was slow himself down and that he wouldn't be able to stop himself from sliding over the cliff's edge. Soon he slid through the one hole in the metal guardrail and slipped over the edge and was hanging on to wet rocks. Kenny thought that he would lose his grips but by sheer luck he was able to momentarily find a foothold and held onto the rock wall with one hand while he took off his backpack with the other. After he got the backpack off one of his shoulders and switched his hands and did the same with the other he opened it and took out one of his grappling hooks.

Kenny was sometimes a little forgetful, sometimes he would accidentally forget to turn the car off after he parked it and other times he would sometimes forget to refuel his boat and he would have to take 10 minutes to turn around, 15 minutes to refuel, and then 10 more minutes to get back to where he was when he remembered he had to get more gas. But in spite of this he wasn't completely forgetful and usually remembered the important stuff.

Although this time being forgetful saved his life. When he took out his grappling hook it smelled slightly like fish and blood as he often used it to help catch fish whenever his fishing rod was broken. He didn't bother to clean it until the end of the day and/or docked back in the San Francisco harbor, although he would prefer a smelly grappling hook to a 100 ft drop. He was just glad that he kept it in his backpack.

Kenny tossed the grappling hook around in a circle before throwing it up to the top of the cliff and when he heard it connect with the metal guardrail he knew that he had a stable anchoring spot. However he didn't start climbing yet; as he closed his backpack and tied a knot around the handle of it. The reason that he did this was so that the rope connected to the hook would become taut and that way it wouldn't swing when he started climbing. Kenny made sure not to lose his grip when he started climbing as that would be a huge waste of all the effort that he made to not die.

As Kenny reached the top of the cliff he grabbed onto the guardrail and pulled himself over. He laid there for about two minutes, not caring that he was getting really wet and muddy. When he finally caught his breath he put his feet up against the guardrail and started to pull his backpack. Once it was up with him he got up and wiped some of the mud off of his jacket and shorts although it didn't really do anything.

"Okay I've had enough rock climbing for the day." Kenny told himself with a half-chuckle as he picked up his guitar case.

Kenny had a lot more traction on the rest of the road as he could see that the road was very overgrown with plants and vines, yet still no animals. He didn't bother to get out his flashlight as he could see absolutely fine in the dark. Sure he could only see with less vibrant colors and slightly less detail but he had no trouble seeing in dark places.

Kenny saw tire tracks along the road about half an hour later and he bent down to look at them.

"Hmm, these look fresh but in this monsoon-like rain I honestly can't tell." Kenny said while feeling the tire tracks. "The rain is filling the tire tracks and mud is also running in. I'll just have to hope that I'm going in the same direction as them."

Shortly after that Kenny was starting to get tired from the rain, as well as from climbing up a cliff. He was exhausted, which in turn made him willing to sleep anywhere, like a tree or a rock overhang to sleep under. After Kenny thought he found the perfect spot he got lucky.

As Kenny was kneeling down to check out the ground underneath an overhang lightning struck again. Although this caused him to flinch again due to the light, he was lucky to see a building a bit further down the road. Kenny felt like he just won the lottery and ran to the building, thankful that he wasn't near the cliff anymore.

Kenny ran up the steps and into the building. After he closed the doors he looked up, thankful to see a roof even though it's mostly open with a metal frame. Kenny then decided to walk around and see if anyone was there.

"Hello?" Kenny called out. "Is anyone home? I got stuck here and my boat is totaled. Is anyone there?"

After trying a few more times Kenny came to the conclusion that no one was in the building.

Kenny set his backpack and guitar case down and looked up at the roof again. "Man if I have to stay here for a while I'd better find a way to fix that roof. And clear out some of this vegetation."

As Kenny was walking he kicked something metal that clattered against the floor to the wall.

Kenny walked over to see what it was while holding out his flashlight. It was a pipe.

"No, no way." Kenny gasped. "No way! Not here! I can't be here! I just can't!"

The pipe read: "Pipe-153. 32. Property of Jurassic Park. Hammond Industries and The Ingen Corporation."

"I have to get off of this island." Kenny said as he got his journal out and opened it up.

"[January 28th, 2016. 7:30pm] I have to get out of here. The island that I'm stuck on is Isla Nublar. I will not let myself become dinner. Just because I haven't seen any dinosaurs yet doesn't mean that they're not here. Still that doesn't explain why I haven't seen any animals like deer or cows here. I have no idea what happened to them and I don't want to vanish like them. I'd take a cliff fall to the venom of a dilophosaurus, or the crushing jaws of a baryonyx. I'm pretty tired after climbing up that cliff and from hiking for almost two hours mostly in the rain. But I'm both scared and glad, why? Because Jurassic World is on this island, which means telephones and possibly another boat. I can't wait to leave here. ~ Goodnight from Kenny Serno.

"I hope that this journal doesn't become my will." Kenny hoped as he shut the journal.

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So how was that? This chapter was hard for me mainly because I have no idea how big a square mile is when you're standing in it. After seeing the old visitor's center again I realized something: That is a lot of open space to cover and a lot of brush to clear. I'll find a way to have Kenny get it done though! And I can't wait for you all to see how I'll get the old visitors center ready to live in! And don't you worry you faithful readers, your reviews are very meaningful to me and the next chapter will be out soon! You all are amazing! Thanks for reading this and have a great day! Twixst out!

Next time on Jurassic Lands:

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"You just don't get it do you, Blue?" Dr. Wu half-laughed when Blue slammed against the cage bars. "You may think that you're fighting for something important that's personal for you, but I'm going to tell you right now; everything that you do, it's all worthless. I know everything about you. What you're hiding, what breaks you, I know what you're really like."

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[Updated 6/30/21 Removed musical/environmental cues]